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Archive | June 2010

Yesterday I attended the funeral of a nun who taught at my HS. She was there for 40+ years and was a dear, sweet woman full of life, love and spirit. Even at 91 she still made her way there every day to talk, listen, & cheer on faculty, students & athletes. She was the epitomy of a loving woman of faith. While she chose a life that set her apart she was by her demeanor and loving ways, a part of every family that came through the school. She was a delightful little pixie of a woman who managed to earn the respect and love of more people than most “giants” of our society. She was an icon. May each of us strive to be a fraction of the loving influence that Sr. Michaleen was. RIP Sr. Mike – you are loved!

Amidst the morning mist of the swift returning tide
I set out on my daily run, my walkman on my side.
Lost within my private world apart from cares and woes
I ran along the moistened shore, the sand between my toes.

In the distance, I saw a boy, as busy as can be.
He was running, stooping, picking up, and tossing in the sea.
Just what he threw, I couldn’t tell, I looked as I drew near.
It seemed to be a rock or shell – as I approached him I could hear:

“Back you go, where you belong. You are safe now hurry home.
Your family’s waiting for you little starfish, hurry on!”
It seemed the evening tide had washed the starfish on the shore,
And the swift receding water left a thousand there or more.

And this self-appointed saviour, was trying one-by-one
To toss them back into the sea, against the racing sun.
I saw his plight was hopeless, that most of them would die.
I called out from my private world, “Hey Kid, why even try?”

“Must be at least a thousand here, strewn along the beach,
And even if you had the time, most you’ll never reach.
You really think it makes a difference, to waste your time this way?”
And then I paused and waited, just to hear what he would say.

He stooped and took another, and looked me in the eye.
“It makes a difference to this one sir, this starfish will not die!”
With that, he tossed the little life, back where there was hope.
He stooped to take another. I could tell this was no joke.

The words that he spoke to me cut like a surgeon’s knife.
Where I saw only numbers, he saw only life.
He didn’t see the multitude of starfish on the sand.
He only saw the little life he held there in his hand.

He didn’t stop to argue, to prove that he was right.
He just kept tossing starfish in the sea with all his might.
So I too stooped, and I picked up, and I tossed into the sea,

Like this:

“God is sufficient for all of our needs – whether emotional, spiritual, physical or financial. We need as much faith as we do action to get through the toughest of times, as well as the victories. Be blessed!” ~ Barbara Bernard Miller

Like this:

“Give without reservation. If you open your hand just a little you will be able to receive just a little. If you open your hands and arms wide, you’ll be able to receive an arm full. Be blessed!” ~ Barbara Bernard Miller